The next day, Charlotte mounted the strawberry roan and headed back to the British Institution to see James. Dressed in her latest gown of dove grey cashmere with a royal blue velvet high collar, cuffs and buttons. Her hair was curled around a charming chapeau. She made quite a beautiful picture sitting high on her mount.

Her cheeks were pink from the multitude of staircases they climbed. She stood, breathless, before the door to his studio with her guide, Mr. Compton, who would announce her.

"Come." James called

"Miss Charlotte Heywood for you Mr. Stringer." Compton was formal.

"THE Miss Charlotte Heywood?" He replied. Charlotte overheard and giggled. "Let her in. at once, MAN!"

She strolled quietly in and held out her hand. Her beauty caused him to inhale sharply and take both of her gloved hands, planting a kiss on each, one at a time. "This is a charming ensemble you are wearing today!" James eyes hungrily raked over her as she spun shamelessly for him to get a better look.

"Shall I stay as chaperone, Mr. Stringer?" James deferred to Charlotte.

"I am sure you are a very discrete person. I would not want to distract you from your work. I only mean to stay a few minutes." and with that pretty speech from Charlotte, Mr. Compton was on his way.

"Only a short visit? That is a disappointment." James locked the door,"Can I make you a cup of tea anyway?"

"Of course. I see you have shaved off your debonair mustache and beard."

Charlotte walked slowly around the vast space. Tables full of papers were like raised gardens growing ideas. Sky lights let in the natural light and two sets of French doors led to two small balconies. It had a Norwegian wood stove for heat and enormous ceiling to floor velvet curtains to keep out the draft when the light wasn't needed.

The sky was overcast so the room had a soft white glow to it. She laid her crop, hat and gloves on the side table and began to unbutton her riding jacket. James caught his breath to see a rather low cut sleeveless jumper underneath and no lace.

"Are not the ladies wearing chemisette with that style of dress these days?" inquired the bachelor.

"And how would you know such a detail, Mr. Stringer?"

"I don't really. I am just making small talk." He smiled a dimpled smirk and handed Charlotte her tea. "Be careful not to spill it on yourself." His breathing quickened as he glanced down at her inviting décolletage.

"I was hoping you would agree to sit for me so I could paint your portrait?" It would mean long afternoons in one position."

"No one has commissioned such a thing have they? Please tell me no."

"No. But I imagine your future husband may want one."

"I have been doing a very good job of avoiding anyone who thinks they may like to be my future husband."

Charlotte decided to let the tea cool on the window sill as she continued strolling through the tables of papers, blue prints, machettes and sketches. She stopped at the model of his pagoda.

"Finally." She leaned in to marvel at the detail as he pulled up behind her and placed his hands warily on her waist pulling her into him. She stood straight as he moved her hair away from her neck.

"Yes." he whispered in her ear, "finally." He nipped her earlobe and trailed slow kisses first under her ear, then to her neck. Her breath quickened and her whole body flushed prettily.

She turned and pressed against him, absorbing his warmth and feeling his hardness.

"May I?" He whispered as he took her face in his hands and gently kissed her swollen lips. She was so hungry for him she opened her mouth to let him in. His tongue touched hers. Such delicious softness. The kiss deepened. She stumbled as her knees grew week but he caught her and held her closer. She was reeling." His lips left hers and moved slowly to her neck. She worried that she might lose consciousness if he continued but he had no intention of stopping.

She ran her hands up his chest and began to unbutton his waist coat signaling her complete consent to whatever were to occur.

He shrugged out of it as she removed the pins that held her hat. Then he began to hastily unbutton his shirt, ripping it off and tossing it on top of a blueprint. His chest was just as well defined as she remembered only there was a bit more soft brown hair and a trail leading into his breeches.

He cupped her breasts through her dress kneading as he lowered the neckline and sucked his way to them, unhooking the bodice of her gown and freeing her. He gathered a nipple between his teeth and rolled it with his tongue until it was as hard as a pebble on the beach all the while his hands held her buttocks firmly, rubbing. He pressed himself against her shamelessly. She moaned.

She ran her hands through his thick cropped curls. Then he stopped, grabbed her hand and took her into a secluded back corner of the studio where a velvet curtain hid his bed. They stood before each other, panting and shaking out of their clothes. Once completely naked James couldn't move. Her beauty overpowered him. She stood without shame, her hair tousled around her shoulder, her breasts, waist, thighs, feet...all bare and burning.

She walked slowly to him. "I want you to take me, James. You must take me right now!" she said softly.

"It will hurt." He held his cock stroking it to it's full size.

"I do not care." She was dripping and throbbing.

He placed his palm against her pubic bone and gently stroked her soft folds, opening them and inserting a finger. Charlotte gasped in shock and fear.

"It is well, love." He whispered. "Do not be afraid."

He pressed her soft body to his rubbing her full buttocks and moving her closer to the bed. He laid her under the covers and covered her body with his, nestling between her legs. She spread them for him of her own free will as he placed kisses from her nipples down her stomach to her dripping, swollen cunt.

There he placed one finger, then two, then three rubbing and stretching to prepare her. She gasped in shock then writhed in ecstacy. He found her pearl and ran his finger along it, amazed by the response driving her higher and higher. "Now! James. Please? Now." She was mad for him.

His slick prick positioned at her gate, he intended to slowly inch in, but Charlotte used her legs to wrap around his waist and push him in with a sharp shock. A cry of pain escaped Charlotte and a cry of carnal completion left James. His pulled back slowly to ascertain her condition.

Charlotte felt her insides a flame for a minute but tilting her body up slightly relieved some of the pain and made her slicker. He slid deep inside of her gradually increasing his speed. She felt wanton but began to enjoy the fullness of his penis deep inside. She squeezed her muscles around him tightly and watched as James' eyes rolled back into his head with a groan and he shook and flexed releasing every last bit of seed into her.

Spent, James gathered Charlotte into his arms, her head on his soft furry chest. She absentmindedly stroked his chest.

"You are mine now, Mr. James Stringer! There is no escape." Their legs entwined.

"I have never been anyone else's. You are my Charlotte Heywood-Stringer now, you know. We will have to leave for Gretna."

"Are we getting married at the Anvil, Mr. Stringer?"

"As soon as possible. I can not live with out you." He kissed her lips in homage.